Please keep this incredible free website going with financial aid. This story predates the Cupcake Ranch stories, under gay/college, and is in two parts, Fisherman and Hike.
Fisherman
My father and I did not do much together after my parents split up, he was supposed to have me every weekend, but things "came up", and our times together were mostly uncomfortable. He explained to me, when I was 13, and I asked if one of my friends could go with us to a museum, or amusement park, or wherever he was going to take me, that he did not like kids, and dealing with more than one was more than he could take. He did, to his credit, make all the support and alimony payments the court had ordered, but, under state law, support stopped when I turned 18, and he had no obligation to pay for college, which is why I was on a baseball scholarship for tuition, and was, with a little help from my mother, and student loans, paying my own way for food, housing, books, and my old truck.
But, the one thing we did do, that we both enjoyed, was fishing, probably because we did not have to interact very much. He would stand over there, and I would stand over here, and we would cast and commune with nature, more than each other. Once I was 16 I was in charge of when I would see him, and baseball and other high school activities took precedence. He came to one of my high school games, since he was taking me fishing the next day, but that was it. Once I was 18 the visits mostly stopped, he moved to Florida, I went down there for half of a Christmas vacation, but it was a painful week, not much to talk about, and his girlfriend, who was my age, was a real nut case.
So, here I was a college sophomore and had not been fishing for almost two years. It was spring break, I could not afford to go to Florida, but a few of the guys were headed to the Poconos for some freshwater fishing, staying in a camp owned by one of their families, doing our own cooking, so it was going to be inexpensive. The cabin was located on the shore of Silver Lake, along with a string of similar cabins, and next to a state park with public access to the water. So, I went home, had supper with my mother, and got my old fishing gear, and Friday noon we drove up, a friend and I, in my old pickup.
Being used to being a solitary fisherman, I was up before dawn, made myself some cereal and toast, and walked along the shore, casting where it looked there might be a hungry fish. A trail ran along the water's edge, and, as I walked I saw a guy in an old red and black plaid hunting jacket, with fishing rod, backpack, and other gear approaching me. He was about my age and height, but built more like a linebacker than I am.
I saw him looking at my crotch, which was quite pronounced given my tight jeans, and I smiled and looked at his. He went on walking, as did I, and maybe 20 feet later, each, we both turned around at the same time, and smiled. He rubbed his crotch, I reciprocated, we walked toward each other.
"Haven't seen you around here before," he said. "I'm Ernie."
"Jason, here. I'm up here with friends from college staying in Young's cabin for the weekend. They drink a lot more than I do, and, when I left about 10 minutes ago, they were all still asleep."
"They all swing the way you do?" he asked.
"None of them, as far as I know, and most of us have been friends for 2 years, so I would know."
"Horny?"
"Always."
"I'm alone in my family's cabin for the weekend, want to go "fishing" in my cabin?
"Sure, I need to be back in an hour, I told them I would make breakfast at 7:30 so we could go hiking and be out of the cabin by 8:30. So it will be a get acquainted quickie, but maybe, if it is good, we can talk fish later on today, after the hike, or after supper."
"All good with me," Ernie said. "This way." And, we went to a cabin a little further down the lake shore from the Young's cabin. Ernie led the way in, it was much the same, a three season cabin, with running water and a bathroom, kitchen, and two bedrooms with partitions that only went up 8', all open to the ceiling. "There is no sound privacy here, so, I can't play when family is here, but I am opening it up for the season, so I am here alone this time."
"No time for prelims," I said, "where?"
"Here," he said, leading the way to one of the two bedrooms. He grabbed a bath towel on the way, and laid it on the bed. "Fuck me?" he asked.
"Sure," I said. I really like fucking masculine guys who are all man, even when they are being fucked. We stripped, we were both hard, his cock was fat, about as long as mine, but much thicker, uncut, lots of foreskin, big balls a in a shaved sac, hair on his chest, his back, his legs, but his privates were shaved, as was his ass. Hot. He put down the towel, reached in his travel bag, pulled out some condoms and lube, and proceeded to put a condom on my cock, and lubed it and his ass.
"Go slow," he said, "I haven't been fucked in a month, but I have been thinking about it a lot."
"How do you want it?"
"As many ways as we can fit in to the time allotted. How about starting doggie?"
"Sure," I said, and rolled on the condom and lubed up his hole and the condom.
"I just took a shit," he said, "and usually if I do I am pretty clean back there, but, if not, that is what the towel is for. If I knew you were coming I would have cleaned out."
Well, after letting my cock roam around the outside of his hole, and up and down his ass crack, and putting in a finger, then two, he told me it was time. My cock was as hard as it ever gets, I love a hairless ass, on a guy who is all male (except that he likes cock), a muscular back, muscular ass cheeks, a total visual turn on and, not fem at all. I put it in. He moaned, and backed into me, and told me to stand still and let him do the work. He was one of the few guys I had ever fucked, at that point, who could hold still and milk my cock using his lower ab muscles and ass muscles to do it. I had had women who could do it with their cunts, but not many, and none as tight as Ernie.
"OK," he said, "now I want to ride that big piece of meat you have there."
I pulled out with a pop, and a little bit of brown slime, but not enough to turn me off, and I laid on my back, he sat down on me, facing me, all the way in. He proceeded to ride my cock, like the expert he was. "Play with my pecs," he said. I did. "But, don't touch my cock until I tell you, I am on the edge already being fucked by a hot guy like you."
"How close are you?" he asked.
"Very.'" I replied.
"OK," he said, "put some lube on my cock and jerk me, and let us see if we can cum at the same time." I did, and the combination of feeling his big thick cock, and one muscular pec, and my cock being massaged by his hole put me over, and my spasms put him over.
"Wow," I said, "that was great, but I have to get back and make breakfast. Think about coming over to our place for supper, the guys know I am bi, but I have not had sex with any of them -- so far!"
"Take a quick shower and I will see you later. I will bring a couple of six-packs of Coors."
I was happy he was a bottom, since if I have been well fucked, sometimes spending the day hiking is not very comfortable right afterward. We said our goodbyes and I went back to our cabin to cook, most of the guys were up, I directed them to set up to eat, cooked bacon and pancakes, and directed one of the guys to set out the lunch stuff, cold cuts, bread, lettuce, tomato, etc. and told the guys to make their lunches while breakfast was cooking.
Two of the guys, who shared a room, Peter and Saul, looked pretty worn, and a little moony, and smelled a little like sex, so my antenna was sensing that not everyone here was straight. Was I going to be proven right?
Next chapter will tell!